jokester27

(A/N: I, with my stupid self had an idea for a thing. Just hope I can pull it off DX I am also in the midst of studying for a major exam so updates are likely to be sporadic (sorry about that! ^-^) EDIT/UPDATE 10 Oct. 2015, Saturday I Haven't ABANDONED THSI FIC! The updates are still iffy because 1) a month and a half into the semester and I already feel unbelievably behind in like everything. 2) I'm trying a thing with my newest obsession, 2P China . Again I'm asking you guys to bear with me and HOLY CRAP 407 OF YOU ACTUALLY DECIDED TO READ MY STUFF I'M SCREAMING! It really, really does mean a lot to me so thank you so much! ) "Come nuh man

Steampunk!Pirate!PrussiaxPirate!Reader The Stormstone --- The London street was grey and damp, the cobblestone glistening in the cold daylight. Steam-carriages passed frequently, and people milled about, looking into the windows of shops and tinker’s studios. A light wind blew through the streets, chilling the early morning. Your black cane clacked on the stone as you walked. An airman passed, and you tipped your head down, your face hidden by the small veil attached to your hat. You held your breath as the airman’s gaze fell over you. The airman kept walking, turning his eyes elsewhere, much to your relief. You let out your br

~Mind and Matter~ It wasn’t easy being Alfred’s voice of reason. With the way his imagination carried him too far, sometimes it was necessary to give him a push in the sensible direction. And sometimes a shove. That wasn’t to say imagination was a bad thing to have. Not at all, no. How else would the world have evolved into what it was today, you asked yourself? Besides, imagination was the perfect way to fuel Alfred’s hyperactive personality when there was nothing else to do. But you digressed. When being the voice of reason, there could always be a time when imagination went too far. Imagination came in the form